Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance (16 page)

He never stopped. Feasting. Tasting…devouring her.

“Oh...My…
God
. Ty…I’m coming…Come with me…Need…you…now…
Fuck
.”

She felt his cock expand in her mouth. Felt the veins throb against her lips and tongue. Felt the force of her own orgasm. Right when the first rush of sperm fell down her throat.

Seconds later, his hips lifted. More of the hot liquid rushing down her throat, and spilling out of her mouth.

She felt the broken, guttural shout of his release. The sound muted against the damped flesh of her ass. Still fucking her with his tongue. Assaulting her with piercing stabs of pleasure.

She ground herself into his face, smothering him. Suffocating him with the force of her orgasm.

She slid her cheek down the side of his cock. Consuming more of his semen. Letting the rest slide over her lips. Her tongue. Her chin. Using her hands. Milking him for everything he had inside.

They collapsed. Spent and exhausted. All that was heard was heavy panting. Each trying to catch their breath. 

Ty spoke first.

“You have…a large ass.”

“I do
not
.” Lena giggled. “It’s a nice ass.”

“It’s a 
very
 nice ass. But it’s a large ass.”

“Say you love it.”

“What? I’m not saying that.”

“Say you love my ass, Ty. You know you do. Just say it.”

Ty laughed with her. Feeling happy all of a sudden. For once, maybe he wasn’t second choice. Maybe…he actually got the girl.

“I do love…your ass.”

She noticed the hiccup. The pause. Just like that, the moment passed. God forbid real emotions get discussed.

“I should get up.”

Ty sighed reluctantly.

“Probably. It’d be nice to breathe.”

“Shut up. Your dick is not exactly small. It’s a fucking soda can, Ty. I practically choked on it. My mouth is gonna be sore for a week.”

She sat up, still wet with her spend. Sliding her pussy down the length of his body. Ty groaned in protest. Feeling her damp curls brush over his skin.

“You did that on purpose.”

“I did. That was for talking about my ass. Next time, do better.”

Oops. Didn’t mean to say that.

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“Damn, I’m hungry. Where’s that popcorn?”

When in doubt, deny it out.

She stood and stretched. Wandering back to the living room where the bowl of popcorn was. She squealed happily, sitting on the couch. Cramming a handful in her mouth, chewing noisily. She took a swig of water and continued chewing. Ty sat down next to her and stared.

“Hey.”

She ignored him and kept eating.

He cut in. “
Hey
.”

She finally paused, eyeing him.

“You think you could stop shoveling long enough to say yes to an interview tomorrow?”

“Why exactly would I come out of journalistic retirement for you, of all people?” She laughed. “I’m rich, bitch. I don’t do that shit anymore.”

She cheerfully resumed eating. Ty frowned.

“Because it involves the green stuff you love and worship so much?”

“Apple Jolly Ranchers? You know I already purchased the patent from them. Why would I need more from you?”

Lena looked genuinely confused. Ty rolled his eyes.

“You know…never mind. It’s not even worth trying to insult you. I’m talking about money, you potted plant. Green. 
Dinero
. Cash? The publicity and residuals of doing the interview at your club is bound to have excellent returns.”

“You know the saying. Cash rules everything around me, daddy.” She brightened considerably. “Tell me more about this interview, kid. Where and when?”

“Tomorrow, first thing in the morning. Part of it has to be filmed at my house, though. It’ll probably be better for you to spend the night.”

“Spend the night?” Lena chortled. “Yeah. I think not.”

“Jesus, will you friggin’ relax already? It’s legit, I swear.”

She grinned. “How do I know you’re not just trying to get in my pants, loser?”

“Because I’ve 
been
 in your pants, idiot. I’ve already tasted the goods.”

“Not all of the goods, cowboy.” Her hands patted her mound. “At least your penis hasn’t.”

He swallowed, losing his train of thought. “Um….what?”

“You were saying, dear?” Lena winked at him.

Evil, thy name is Lena.

“I, um…am leaving tomorrow afternoon for New York.” Tyler paused, her thighs falling open a bit. Exposing the creamy wetness still there. He dragged his gaze up to her face.

She smiled knowingly at him. Clearing her throat.

Urging him to continue.

“So…Uh, yeah. Anyway,” He continued. “We can’t do it tonight obviously. You’ve got the thing. At the club. Yeah. The thing at the club.”

Ty shook his head, clearing out the visual.

“By the way, Danny asked what you were up to.”

“Oh.” She sounded indifferent. “Yeah?”

Ty snorted.

“Ok, wow….Really? Is it like that? So basically your pussy didn’t just turn into the Wet ‘n Wild Roller Coaster the minute you heard his name.”

“Oh please. You honestly think you know me, don’t you?”

“I
know
I know you. And get your fingers from between your legs, duchess. I can still see you, you know. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

Lena looked down. Her fingers once again, had a mind of their own.

“Well. Would you look at that.” She laughed faintly.

She truly
was
evil. A succubus needing destroyed. He had to get away from her. He didn’t think she was completely aware of how much power she wielded over him. The small bit of knowledge she had was dangerous enough.

It was definitely time to exit, stage left.

“Are you doing the interview or not?”

Lena decided not to comment on the new bulge in his pants. “Count me in, darlin’.” She stood. Heading for the shower. “I’ll umm…let you finish taking care of business. You know. Getting ready and…such. Use one of the guest bedrooms if you need to.”

He stood as well.

This wasn’t awkward 
at all
.

“Did you want a ride? To the release party, I mean. Or should I go ahead and go without you?”

“No, don’t go. I mean…a ride would be nice. To release. To
the
 release. 
The release party
, I mean.”

She laughed a little.

“Freudian slip, I guess.”

She tried to move past without touching him. Attempting to spare them both. Failing miserably.

“Lena.” He tucked a curl behind her ear.

“Yeah.” She looked up at him. At those full, sensual lips.

She sighed.

“Go shower.”

“Ok, Ty.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour.”

“Right.” She started walking up the stairs.

“Ty?”

“Yep.”

“This didn’t happen.”

“Yep.” 

“You could observe the speed limit, you know.”

Lena eyed Tyler.

She swore he drove like a bat out of hell. She came to the random conclusion he leaked brain fluid every time he spoke.

She felt it was important to share this epiphany with him now.

“Will you shut up and enjoy the ride?” Ty glanced over, looking back at the road, swerving. Nearly hitting a light pole.

Lena sighed. “Why do I even bother?”

She was late. To her own event. She was fucking late.

Thanks to Ty. Of course. It did no good to take responsibility for something clearly his fault. Further proof anything she did with him, or 
to
 him, for that matter, was forever doomed to fail.

She was beyond annoyed and told him so. He kissed her on the cheek, yanking her out the door.

By the time they pulled out of Lena’s house, he made some smart comment about her pants and how much oil she had to use getting in them.

She laughed without thinking. Almost forgetting why she was angry in the first place.

Almost. She’d pay him back later.

She’d put gummy worms in his shoes when he least expected it. He screamed like a girl when he got super scared.

That made her feel good inside.

She couldn’t stay mad at him for long anyway.

It was how it went.

She’d still do the gummy worm thing, though.

For fun. 

Tyler’s maniacal driving got them to Sadist in record time. He pulled up to the entrance, getting out. Quickly jogging around to open her door.

He held out a hand. She clasped it, stepping out onto the pavement in stiletto heels. She threatened to hammer them into his head for being late. As usual, he ignored her audacity.

And violent threats.

She stood, noticing he hadn’t yet released her hand.

“Such a gentleman, Ty.”

He glanced at her full, high breasts. Straining against the clingy, tight red tank top she wore.

“I don’t have to be.”

Lena laughed aloud, discreetly patting his crotch.

“Down, boy. Save it for when Sara takes your ass back. Again.”

“If you mention her one more time-” Tyler warned, instantly getting rigid and full under her hands.

“Fine. I’ll quit. As long as I don’t hear shit about Blake.” Lena glared at him.

“Agreed.” Tyler reluctantly lifted his gaze from her chest.

Finally looking at her face.

“Why are you bitching about him anyway? You know you want him. Why act like you don’t?”      

“Because it’s not necessary for us to rehash it.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Now is there anything else you need to know, Matlock? And by the way, don’t think for a minute I’ve forgotten you never 
actually
 explained anything about Danny or his divorce. Just an fyi.”

Tyler raised his eyebrow not saying another word. He handed his keys to the valet, guiding Lena to the back entrance.

Unfortunately, a few fans saw them. And as expected, started screaming. “
Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler
,” became their mantra. Chanting, moving closer and closer to where they stood.

“Why am I friends with you again?”

Lena sighed in annoyance. Tyler gave her a disgusted look.

“Maybe if I gave you a reason to shut up, you’ll actually do it.”

She snorted. “Maybe you could try.”

He moved. Directly facing her.

“Maybe I would succeed.”

She involuntarily took a step back. He filled in the space.

She suddenly felt incredibly small.

“Get out of my face, Ty.”

“Why?”

“I don’t need a reason why. Just…move.”

“Am I making you nervous?”

He looked down at her. Zeroing in on her lower lip caught between her teeth. It was fleshy and pink, with strawberry scented lip gloss. He resisted the urge to take a bite.

She was driving him nuts.

He licked his own full lips. Lena watched in fascination.

Then she reminded herself who she was with. Her brow furrowed in annoyance. He was driving her nuts.

Ty grinned at her. Damn him.

“No…but…your breath stinks. Yes. Your breath…has offended me.”

She took another step back. Using any excuse to move away from the natural heat of his body. Which, she was horrified to discover, was causing her own body to do strange things.